Grandpa Scary has a haunted past going back almost 50 years. It all began while trick or treating one year. It was a traditional Halloween night, cool crisp air with an autumn breeze sending the sycamore  leaves scattering about the street on a night lit with a bright moon.   The neighborhood was filed with children walking up and down the streets collecting their treats from their friends and neighbors.  I had no idea that Halloween was going to be such a big part of my life that night. I approached a house that belonged to a friend of mine. His mom had decorated the entrance and foyer of their home like I had never seen. Everyone else may have had a backlight bulb installed on their porch light or a couple cheesy decorations adorning the door or yard, but this house had all the elements. There was a foggy cloud encompassing the yard and walkway as I approached, both front doors were wide open and the porch was covered in store bought and home made decorations. They had lit the porch and foyer of the house in so many spooky colors and creepy music subtly playing in the background. It is the first time that I can remember a site that stimulated all my senses, my brain and my heart at the same time so dramatically. It was comforting to my soul even at only ten years old. After my request for a "trick or treat", receiving her offering and exiting down their walkway I knew what my plan was for next Halloween. What I didn't know was my plans for the next 50 Halloweens and beyond would steer the course of my life and that of my future wife and children.